We Are the Psychopath

We Are the Psychopath

Seed of destruction sprouts;
a budding, half-risen
malicious Toxick Magician
laughing over bundles of clout
knows nothing too sane,
and knows no one can defend
from a dark brawn that rends
by its place on the food chain.

Worst of all to do this:
make rigid rules of dread
so only Toxick spirits reap.
Give to who won’t be missed,
and we will forget who bled;
every single decadent freak.